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“Headset frequency would be better- I’m not allowed to have a personal cell, and Boss would not be happy to find company property being used for, y’know, friendship. Frequencies though? Easy to justify.”
She smiled at him, “A little bit of progress goes a long way, bud. It all starts adding up eventually. You’ll get there. And then you’ll keep going.And you have Misty and your human friends to help. You’re super right there, on pets helping. Makes shit that much more bearable when some fuzzy dork is trying to be a lap yote.” She glanced away a bit, rubbing her shoulder, “Thank you for saying that.”
“That’s fair. I can understand that,” Russell said. He got a pen and a small notebook out of his bag. He wrote down the frequency before tearing it out and offering it, “At least, as you said, you can just say it’s for work reasons, you were ordering the Scout around, or something.”
He hoped that sounded funny. He smiled back.
“Yeah, I guess so. It’s like that, like, what’s it called, when a storm happens just because a butterfly was flapping its wings,” he said, before he nodded, “Thank you. I’ll keep on keeping on, and doing my best to.”
“Yeah, it does. She definitely does,” he agreed, before he then nodded, “Hey, it’s all right. I’m just saying what I feel is the truth”
He fidgeted as he reached over to grab his cup and drink the last few sips of the coffee.
“I uh, I hate to cut this short, but uh, ehe, I should probably think about heading back soon,” he said.
She accepted the frequency and slipped it into an inside pocket of her bag. “She might buy it. Or at least believe I’m talking on the radio.” She grinned and stood, holding out a hand, “Good to see you again Russell. I have to be going too, I’ll see you soon.”
She collected her bag and drink, and left, waving as she got on her scooter outside.
She was about to question it and mention that people can and have died from drinking that much milk, but she cut off to listen to him. Oh god that…that was a fucking excellent string of words.
“Are you kidding? The motto is practically “everything is lethal if you just believe”- and our supplier will love the idea! Probably… Yeah, yeah they will! Maybe they’ll throw in some perks if I ask…”
She mumbled to herself for a moment, something about Iceland, before looking back up at Scout and clapping her hands together.
“Okay, Scout, if you can do it- and I don’t doubt for a second you can-I’ll put in the order a-sap, and we can both milk the mistake for all it’s worth.”
【 Ｌｅｔ＇ｓ ｗａｓｔｅ ＇ｅｍ！】
❝ Y’know, I’m this close in sayin’ forget it just ‘cause of that dumb pun, but fuck it. If it means you can get me milk as a weapon, I’ll ignore that you lactose any good milk jokes. ❞ He had to hold himself back from smiling at his own joke. He was proud of it, but he couldn’t show any weakness in front of anyone, even less Messenger. ❝ You’re doin’ me a HUGE favour, ma’am. I owe you one. Hey, why don’t you come along next week and watch me put these bottle of milk to good use? I’m sure you’d love seein’ me kick was with shards of glass and cow juice. ❞
“Oh I see how it is,” her eyes gleamed, “I see how udderly repulsed you are by how I teat the art of comoody. I’ll try to keep my love of bad yolks from getting in the whey of our arrangemoont. To eacheese own.”
The second part caught her off guard though, eyebrows raising.
“Oh, no, really, I’m the one who owes you. Seriously it…” she stopped herself and rubbed the back of her neck, “Well it never goes fantastic when I trip up. And uh, I mean, if you still want me to visit after..those puns, I think…I mean I can try to make time. I uh, really would like to see you in action. Especially with surprise milk.”
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